“I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!”
“Though cast away am I from the heart of my city, black tears dribble from mine eyes at the sight of the fearful trail blazing towards her gates!”
“...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.”
“Making the ungrateful grateful will bring tears to your eyes, tears of blood bleeding from the heart.”
“I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude. And I would not have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.”
“A broken heart bleeds tears.”